Loose on the Leaves - I Am Legion, Noisia, Foreign Beggars

Glued to the beat like goo to your new sneaks

True heat, spread askew through these zoo streets

Peaks a few reached, true a dude speak unique

Tell to switch it up, bless 'em with the new me, ooh

Food for thought, its a recipe from a sufi

Who choose to speak and truth seek its his duty

And shine a light, in the night, when the city’s gloomy

I’m on some abstract preambling

Mad Max factor, badlands that we travel in

Hairline fracture any wack rapper at a whim

Swear a fine actor dab hand at the mandolin

You can’t handle him, his whole flow is out of phase

Moves like a ghost or some lost soul from outerspace

Boldly missioning where few dare to reach

Known to turn slave words loose on the leaf

With this kind a momentum it’s too hard to stop me

These guys are acetate, I’m more like a rock piece

Ora shock streets turn a mock doctor knock need

Got Es and other such concocts to shot skeen

My shit is hardly sloppy

Actin like i cared rockin half a paper poppy

Operation solid not shaken like fast jalopies

Nor opaquely pink like faintly inked carbon copies

I’m a time-travellin' academic, to some I’m just a menace

Trying to catch a quick handful from they penance

Never were they ever further from the truth

But their paranoid perceptions of the boy act as F-X

And that’s something like a force field

Next flex positively powered but the core’s real

Raw steel four wheel driving, lift the quartz shield

Morse spiel, dottin off my messages with forged seals